The passing of time in this life rubs and wears on your emotions. It produces heat, enticing the life from our soul with easy paths, attractive façades, and fruitless gains before finally debarking its grasp leaving you exsiccated and paralyzed. It is at this stage, one acknowledges no action of their own doing can restore their lifeless condition, outside help is needed, outside help is mandatory. I see God’s redemption of this condition most clearly illustrated by the environment the forest extends. The forest saturates my soul. Advancing on the cracks and craters of my adust being, imbuing and subduing the parts of me requiring restitution. Until my very existence lies limp in a pliant state, awaiting diligent reconstruction by God himself. This notion constitutes adoration and thanksgiving only merited unto God. And the awareness of God’s loving pursuit to reclaim my life less soul deserves nothing less then full devotion. When I’m in the forest I feel free, I feel at peace, I feel whole.
